Taboo phone sex is the only phone sex in my opinion. I fuck my sons, so clearly I am not a vanilla woman. I do coke on a daily basis. I take anything up the ass. I have always been an anal whore as well as a submissive whore, so you never have to ask me if I have limits. Limits are for credit cards not fucking, phone fucking or real fucking. I enjoy getting off with a sick accomplice. Sure, sometimes I end up dead, snuffed out by a caller; but I usually cum really hard right before my lights go out because I am a sick twisted no limits bitch. Last night I did a call that actually made me puke. Not because it was so gross or violent, but because I was guzzling booze like the founder of AA. It was a forced intoxication call. I can party with the best of them. I will snort, smoke or shoot anything, but I am not a seasoned drinker. All I had in the house was Three Olives Coconut Vodka. It was a brand new bottle, but I had to chug it. I don’t believe in faking my partying. Honestly, it was at the end of my shift, he was my last call, I thought I would be okay. I knew I would get buzzed quick. I didn’t think I would projectile vomit all over my couch. When my caller heard me hurling, he made me lick it up. “A good whore cleans up her messes,” he seethed at me. I was high and drunk, so I did it. In hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. I mean how would he have really known, right? When I am fucked up, my submissive nature is undeniable. It is like I can’t say no. I woke up smelling like a frat house on a Saturday morning. Chunks of my own vomit in my red hair, head about ready to explode and late for my morning shift. But when you call a no taboos/no limits phone sex whore, you get what you ask for and more.
Ass rape porn was on his mind when he slapped a collar around my neck and took me for a walk like I was his pet. I am his pet. I crawled around on all fours for him barking like a dog and pissing on the grass. My treat when we got home was his fist up my ass. No lube no warning. Just his big hairy fist shoved up my asshole like I was his puppet. “We are just getting warmed up whore,” he seethed in my ear. I was fighting back the tears as he found various house hold objects not designed for the ass to sodomize me with. A baseball bat, a lamp, a light bulb, a hammer, a wine bottle, a cell phone, a flashlight and a broom handle all became anal torture devices with him. He made a bench especially for our rough anal sessions. According to him, it gives a perfect bird’s eye view of my ass being tortured for the viewers. He gang bangs my ass with objects while men pay to watch. It is his own form of a cam show, only I am not masturbating seductively with a dildo for college boys. I am getting force fucked and ass abused for men who enjoy the pain and torture sex of a woman. The guys on the other side of the camera can bid extra money to tell Master what to put in my ass. One guy bid $100 for him to fuck me with the barrel of a loaded gun. Another man paid $1000 for him to play Russian Roulette with my ass. I quivered and shook; tried to hold back the tears as he pulled the gun out, spun the cylinder, shoved the gun back in my ass and pulled the trigger. I was not feeling so lucky. Master made him pay for each round. I lucked out that he ran out of money before my head was blown off through my ass. Why do men enjoy do such awful things to me?
When people ask me what I did for Fourth of July, I will tell them snuff porn. It started out like any other Independence Day celebration. There was a cook out, pool party and lots of party supplies. I was in my red, white and blue bikini doing lines of blow off of cocks. There was a pool orgy. I got gang banged under water. Once it got dark, however, things changed. The mood went from fun in the sun to sinister under the moon. I was yanked out of the pool with cum leaking out of my fuck holes. I was tossed on a picnic table and sodomized in the ass by ears of corn. I am no stranger to hardcore anal or foreign objects up my ass, however when the corn was replaced with firecrackers, I got scared. I’ve seen videos of drunk men getting seriously injured fucking around with fireworks. I was laying on my stomach with fireworks in my ass. I was getting skull fucked when someone lit the one in my ass. The guys at the party restrained me so I couldn’t move. When it went off it burned part of my ass. I could smell the scorched flesh. The pain was awful. They laughed as they came on my face. I begged for medical assistance, but more, bigger, fireworks were shoved in my fuck holes. This time a roman candle was in my cunt in ass. “Don’t worry whore, we will piss on you before any real damage is done,” one of them seethed. A roman candle could take off a limb. I didn’t trust that their urine could put it out in enough time to not result in permanent damage. They were drunk and stoned, treating me like some animal they found in the woods to torture. Their piss did nothing to let out the flames. The urine just burned my wounds. I was lying on the picnic table, restrained watching as my body was about to be blown to bits. Blood and sinew spewed out of me as they laughed. The last thing I heard as I was covered in my own blood, was “Blair really was a firecracker.”
I thought it was going to be a drug filled fun day. Instead it was an ass rape porn kind of day. My drug dealer decided to up his price for the holiday weekend. Now I pay for my drugs with sex like any other whore. But, I use way more powder than most whores, so I have to get pretty kinky for my white candy. My dealer needed me to smuggle some heroin up my ass to deliver to a friend on the inside. I can look like a sweet soccer mom, so I was the chosen drug mule. I didn’t want to carry a brick of that shit up my ass. For one, that is a drug that could kill me if it leaked into my body in that kind of quantity. Plus, it was big. No way a brick of anything was fitting up my ass. Wrong. After your ass is plummeted by about forty big black dicks anything will fit up your ass, even 4 bricks of uncut pure heroin. I walked funny from the drug bricks up my butt, but I delivered it to inmate 221 at the Riverside Correctional facility. I was not strip searched. I shit the bricks out in a bathroom where a guard on the take dispensed it to the inmate running my dealer’s business from the inside. I guess some leaked out because I was high as a kite after the potty. A guard intervened. Took advantage of the situation and fed me to a bunch of prisoners who haven’t had pussy or female ass in a decade. I was fucked beyond recognition. Fucked bloody. Fucked to unconsciousness. Fucked right into the infirmary. I really didn’t remember much, but it was caught on camera, so I guess I am a prison anal whore now. I may never be able to shit again properly, but I made my dealer very happy. That means I am going to have one hell of a holiday weekend.
Ass rape porn is all I am good for. My cunt is so lose and stretched out from being a whore and birthing brats, that my ass is the only semi tight fuck hole I got. But guys seem determined to want to ruin my ass too. I owe my dealer a lot of money for my nose candy addiction. I worked out a way to score a new bag of powder despite owing him a few grand already. I showed up at this biker bar known for trouble. Despite my strung out appearance, I was still the classiest thing in that dive. I found Don. He wasted no time with pleasantries. He pulled out his dick and ordered me to bend over like a good whore. He rammed his cock up my ass as I was bent over a bar stool while other guys lined up to fuck my mouth. One cock in my ass was not enough to earn me some coke, however. I was surprised my ass could handle 2 dicks at once. Shocked when it took three. Crying in pain when four dicks sodomized me. My ass was gaping opening. Prolapsing with every thrust. Cum was pouring out my ass like I drank Mexican water. Hardcore anal wasn’t enough for these bikers. They turned me into a fisting whore too. This was not agreed upon. I was told I just had to let a few bikers fuck my ass. One of the guys grabbed me roughly by the hair, spit in my face and said, “Bitch, complain one more time and you leave with no coke, just a well fucked ass.” Him and his pals fisted my ass first before they invited the entire bar to fuck my ass with their forearms. I left the bar crawling on my knees with my ass inside out, but I had a bag of coke so it was all worth it.
Sometimes a whore needs a good dose of domination phone sex to remember her place. I needed drugs but had no money. I am a sexy MILF, so I thought I could work something out with my dealer for a fix. I over estimated my hotness. My dealer was not even interested in abusing my asshole with his monster cock for a little bump. He was, however, interested in my daughter. My very young daughter. I tried to object but he smacked me, slapped a collar around my neck and chained me to a pole so I couldn’t defend my little virgin’s holes. “How bad do you need this fix Blair,” he seethed as he pulled out his monster cock and shoved it down my baby girl’s throat. She was crying, gagging trying to get away, but the more I thought about it the more I realized she would be fine. I was force fucked at her age and I grew up fine. Well, maybe not fine. I am a druggy dirty mommy, but I am happy. I grew up happy. I was chained up watching my daughter earn my coke. He didn’t go easy on her either. He fucked her ass and pussy like she was a seasoned fuck whore like me. His dick was bright red from her cherry popping. She was crying and screaming, but he just fucked her harder. He came in her ass, but that was not the end of things. He held a knife to her throat and forced her to shit his cum in my mouth. He made sure she knew that I was the only reason this happened to her in the first place. I cleaned up her swollen, bloody fuck holes with my tongue. Siphoned out his cum, then begged for my coke. I got it, but not until after he fucked my holes too.
It was just as good of a day as any to make a gangbang rape porn. I needed drug money and this kind of porn pays well. I showed up ready to earn my money. This particular director really makes me work hard for the money too. There were over 100 men waiting. I was the only woman in sight. This was more men than ever before. More than double the amount of men than any time before. I tried to negotiate for more money, but was met with a punch in the face and ridicule. No one was wearing condoms like I insisted. They didn’t care what I wanted or how I felt. They saw a bitch and decided to make an ass rape porn instead. Two even three dicks went in my ass at once as fists and cocks were shoved in my pussy. I knew better than to scream. I just thought about the money. They guys were doing meth and crack which was making them really aggressive towards me. Pulling my hair, smacking me, even pissing on me. They were enjoying degrading me. Cum was oozing out of my fuck holes. I was practically wore completely out. I started to pass out from exhaustion. They had been gang banging me for hours. One guy grabbed my head and smashed it on the floor. Blood trickled out of my mouth and nose. The sight of blood turned them all. They took turns bashing my skull against the concrete floor. My brain felt scrambled. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even think. My face was smashed in. Pretty sure I had several broken facial bones, not to mention a broken nose. This was no longer worth the money. They were tweaking and I was going to end up brain dead or worse. The next blow left me unconscious. When I woke up no one was around anymore. I was covered in cum, blood and piss. I looked worse than Rocky. No money was anywhere to be seen. I think I made a snuff porn instead.
My callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore. Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.
A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a party girl’s best friend. I have been known to get wicked high and beg men to fuck my ass like a porn star. I have also pleaded with guys to gang bang me, even hurt me when I am partying. Being a drugged out party mom is dangerous. Especially, when you do not know who you are partying with. I thought I was safe at a frat party over the weekend. I was not some naive coed. I knew that cock teasing frat boys would get me in trouble. Trouble is what I wanted. All fucked up, I want to be a gangbang whore. I got more than I bargained for with those brothers. It started off as your typical whore gone wild scenario. I was doing lines of coke off of frat boy cock and chugging on bourbon. My drinks were roofied. Normally, I can handle my party supplies. I lost a big chunk of time. I woke up tied to the bed post in a frat boy’s room. The line of men was out the door, down the stairs and out onto the lawn. Guys were not fucking with their dicks, however. They were sodomizing my ass with their fists. Some geeky frat boy was filming my ass rape porn. For such young boys, they were quite misogynistic. College rings on, twisting their fists into my ass until it bled and prolapsed. After literally 100s of boys fisted my ass, many of them came on me, laughing while they blew their loads on my broken body. I was left tied to the bed over night. I passed out, woke up with party whore written on my body and cum matted all over me. I guess I need to be more careful who decide to party with.
Ass rape porn was last call for me Saturday night at this dive bar. I went in looking to score some coke. Biker bar. Pretty rough crowd, but the rumor is you can get whatever drug of choice you want there. I owe a ton of money to my dealer, so I needed to buy somewhere else this time. I walked in wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a tight top with no bra. I was down to fuck for my coke. The moment I walked in, all eyes were on me like vultures in need of fresh meat. I saw no women at this biker bar. Redneck music was blaring on the juke box. I had second thoughts, but no way I could make a hasty exit without serious ramifications for me. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me curiously and asked me point blank, “What are you looking to score missy?” I inquired if it was that obvious. He just chuckled and introduced me to Clyde who was not as friendly. He patted me down like he didn’t think I was there to score. He thought I was wearing a wire. He said I had to strip naked. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I was starting to jones pretty bad. One guy said my ass needed inspected to make sure I was not hiding a wire in my shit hole. Clyde shoved a beer bottle up my ass to check it out. Another guy yelled for him to check my cunt too. Another bottle was shoved up my pussy. He double penetrated me with two dirty beer bottles while the rest of the bar jacked their cocks on me. Once they deemed I was not hiding a wire, I was gang banged on the bar. Tied down and force fucked in the ass by cocks and various bottles. Hours went by. I was sodomized relentlessly. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. Whore was carved in my ass with a pocket knife. Eventually it was last call. I thought that meant for alcohol. It just meant one last call to force fuck the MILF in a biker bar looking to score blow.
